Chapter 41 New tea is good, but it may not suit your taste
After leaving Peking University, Li Yansheng went to Chen's house. They had previously agreed to discuss the project this morning. When Li Yansheng arrived, Chen Jinyao was waiting for him in the study.
Li Yansheng plans to develop his own industry in Beijing. The Chen family is his family and also his best partners.
After about forty minutes, the work was finished. Chen Jinyao sat down at the large desk, brewed a pot of tea in a purple clay teapot, and then poured a cup and pushed it in front of Li Yansheng.
"Try it, this is the new tea we just picked in the garden this year."
Li Yansheng picked it up and sniffed it. The tea had just the right amount of aroma. He took a sip, but it still had a slight bitterness. He took only one sip and put it down.
Chen Jinyao: "New tea is certainly good, but the taste doesn't necessarily mean it's to your liking, right?"
After all, Peking University is a key university in the city, and even the country, so there's a lot of attention. What happened at the school gate ten minutes ago had already briefly gone viral online. If Chen Jinyao hadn't recognized Li Yansheng's car and Lin Shutang, those photos might have already spread all over the internet.
After all, these days, the romantic affairs between men and women are what everyone cares about the most. If the protagonists are a beautiful high school student and a mysterious wealthy businessman, then it is even more worth digging into and savoring.
Hearing the hidden meaning in his words, Li Yansheng put down his teacup, a smile on his face: "You are a company boss, and you still care about this."
Seeing that he understood, Chen Jinyao stopped beating around the bush, found the email sent by his assistant, opened it, and handed the tablet to Li Yansheng.
Li Yansheng took it and saw on the screen several different magazine layouts about the two of them—a night at a top club? The secrets of a beautiful top student and a mysterious wealthy businessman, the case file of the beautiful Canary from Peking University, the secrets of a luxury car...
"I've never seen you have this hobby before, but when you came to Beijing, you got entangled with a little girl, Xiaoling's teacher. I was the one who found her. If Auntie knew about it, she would inevitably nag me. She might even think I was the one who let the wolf into the house."
Chen Jinyao said this casually, but it was true. Li Yansheng had never had such a hobby before, so he was still surprised when he received these photos.
Li Yansheng finished reading and put the tablet down. "But I just gave you a ride. It's useless to worry about it now. It's not too late to talk about it when something really happens."
Chen Jinyao said jokingly, "You're a grown man in his thirties, so you're not worth my worry. I'm just worried that you'll pick up those bad habits and harm the little girl. It's also your fault for being so unreasonable. If you had someone by your side, your cousin's wife and I wouldn't have to worry so much."
Li Yansheng didn't say anything. After lighting a cigarette for himself, he sat down on the sofa opposite the big desk.
He crossed his legs, leaned back and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. His movements were a little leisurely, and it seemed that he didn't take Chen Jinyao's teasing too seriously.
After a moment's silence, he spoke calmly, "To judge people and things, one must observe their main points to infer their subtleties. Sometimes, those who you think have pure intentions may not necessarily be without ulterior motives."
Seeing he genuinely had no intention of keeping her close, Chen Jinyao didn't beat around the bush. "Don't worry about the face in the photo. But as for that kid, if you don't have that intention, don't do anything that could lead to misunderstandings in the future. You've always been very measured in your actions. Bringing someone to the same hotel doesn't seem like something you would do."
Li Yansheng raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled faintly, and said nothing more.
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